Dimensional Eroders

Wen Fugui is the type of five who is still cautious even if he evolves into a vampire.

When Bailang rushed all the way to London before dawn and chose a hotel to rest; Wen Fugui just took Dior's head and found a safe place in London, temporarily settled down, and considered the next plan .

Excluding the days when he was unable to act, Dior only had one more night of action time than Bailang, and there was no advantage at all. Not to mention the more frustrated you become, the more courageous you become? Ultimate evolution? Green firewood?

He doesn't even have a suitable body now, and his heart is filled with fear and anxiety, and he can't wait to escape London and stay away from the dangerous England. It doesn't matter which country you go to, even if you go to India to eat curry with your left hand, he can bear it.

He was scared out of his wits by the white waves.

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In just one night, he didn't take two mouthfuls of blood-warming Wen Fugui, and his body lacked 'life energy'. Even though he has evolved, he is still the younger brother of vampires.

He took Dior's head and hid in a tavern. After hesitating and hesitating for a long time, he successfully attacked and killed two staff members, and gave the blood to Dior, who was powerless but more decisive, courageous and charming than him.

In the end, after repeated pondering and selection, Dior had to give priority to eliminating the fat and slow boss, the wizened bartender, a bad old man, and a small worker with a stench and a hidden disease. He had no choice but to choose the last one that was clean and healthy. , connect the head to it.

But, this feels so weak! Not even half of his original body!

Until now, he is still obsessed with Jonathan's young, strong, burly, vigorous, and perfect body: "Half a step, half a step away! I can get the most perfect body of the Joestar family, and it will be completely integrated with me." , and will never be separated from now on!"

Dio, who has acquired a new frail body, has a hideous face, but is weak, helpless, and pitiful.

After reviving the four corpses as "dead corpses", they continued to pretend to be a normal tavern, which did not attract the attention of the locals.

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Leaning against the bar, Dio looked at the gloomy lead cloud outside the window, feeling an indescribable sense of urgency in his heart. He didn't know that such weather was a sign of some kind of ominous? Or is it the chance of escape that God gave him?

Revenge on Outlander? He didn't dare to think about it any more. When the opponent was still human, he almost died. Now that monster has become a vampire like himself, Dio feels that no matter from which aspect, he is no match.

At the beginning, he was sitting on a golden lineup with two sword masters, twelve Garter knights, and three thousand corpses and cannon fodder. But now, he only has four old, weak, sick, and disabled employees, and one Wen Fugui who has done more than succeed in his affairs.

Thinking of this, he felt hopeless and powerless.

Only escape!

Flee to Europe, where there are countless famous heroes and heroes in history waiting for his recovery. British warriors are too rare, they are all waste snacks. He no longer believes that the history written by the British is all whitewashed and exaggerated motherfuckers. He needs to lie dormant for a while, and then make a comeback and make a comeback.

"Wen Fugui, I'll give you a mission to investigate the ships leaving London. I'm going to France. The sooner the better, I'd better leave tonight." Dior made up his mind to bid farewell to the land where he was born and raised.

"Obey, my master."

The double-faced ace spy Wen Fugui looked at the cloud and rushed out of the door.

He will never perfunctory the tasks assigned by Dior, and must complete them 100% with all his heart, but he also does not intend to go against Bailang's will, and will write all this on paper and stay in the agreed apartment at '125 Kings Road'.

This is his philosophy of life as a dog.

After Wen Fugui left, Dior was not idle either. Although he is frustrated, decadent, and frightened, he is still the king of darkness, with good means and brains. In order to escape better and faster, he can't just sit and wait for death, but take active actions to win for himself as much as possible.

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"Cloudy? That's great!" Bailang, who took a short rest in the hotel, was also in a good mood after finding out that there is no sun in London today. Then he rushed to the police station immediately, successfully found the junior police officer, and then met the senior inspector.

"Mr. Outlander, why did you disappear for a while?" the other party asked dissatisfied.

"I recently lived in the Joestar family's manor. I solved a case in which an adopted son seized the family property, and was involved in a more terrible tragedy. I haven't had time to return to London. For specific reasons, you can ask Mr. George, or the local Police officer. And I have already solved the case of the Ripper. Although you may not believe it, I have really dealt with him. Here, this is his former tool..."

At this time, Bailang was full of confidence, not guilty at all, and took out the pair of 'blue razors' for the other party to watch.

Perhaps because he had killed a group of famous great knights in history, Bailang was not only full of evil spirit at this time, but also mixed with the oppressive feeling of a vampire and the self-confidence brought about by his powerful strength.

"Okay, I'll investigate and verify. But you don't have enough evidence, and we don't accept the Ripper case."

Bailang nodded: "You're right, I didn't come here for this."

"Then why did you come here this time?"

"Has there been any mass mysterious deaths in London lately? Like the blood being sucked dry from the dead? The dead coming back from the dead to die in the sun? Or the tombs of ancient nobles being stolen?"

Hearing this, the sheriff's expression was uncertain, and he asked eagerly, "What do you know?"

Bailang deliberately alarmist, said mysteriously: "I know that the culprit of all this has returned, and returned to London. He revived the heroes in history, the twelve Garter knights. He is about to bring a new feast of death. The evil consequences of the past , has been brewing for a while, right now the nobles and the royal family are already very dissatisfied? This is an opportunity, if you can catch the murderer, inspector, you will gain the friendship of the whole of London, from the nobles to the royal family..."

"Okay, let's go to the office and talk. I have a bottle of cognac that you'll like."

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Bailang wasted two hours in the police inspector's office, and finally managed to gain trust. Soon, someone blocked the dock area and began to search one by one, causing panic.

Wen Fugui also received the news. On the one hand, he marveled at how efficient Bailang was covering the sky with his hands; on the other hand, he silently completed the tasks at both ends, leaving information for Brother Lang, and bringing bad news for Dior.

"You lingering fellow! Do you think I'll give up easily if I do this? Do you think you can find me by simply blocking the pier? It's just a dream!"

This morning Dior was also not idle, and his current subordinates had a few more guards with guns. Although it is impossible to restore the grand occasion of the 12 dark knights of the round table, what is there to be afraid of in the blockade and isolation under the cooperation of the inside and the outside?

Today, Britain's GDP accounts for 80% of the earth's. Although the problem of gold everywhere has not been completely improved, it is a veritable city where the sun never sets (over), the center of the world, the overlord of the earth, and a true city of gold.

Maritime trade is even more important. The investigation by the police can't stop the power of capital. There are cargo ships leaving the port every day. Dior can easily get into any cargo ship and escape.

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Bailang didn't know what method Dior would use? But he knew that the actions of the police would only cause disturbance and delay the other party's plan, and they would definitely not be able to catch Dior. So we must take advantage of this last moment to intercept, capture, and burn the opponent! Otherwise, this main mission can only end in failure.

So he went to the Brompton cemetery area according to the information provided by Wen Fugui, but he didn't get anything.

In the afternoon, he found the apartment, and in a dusty room, he finally smiled when he saw the letter left by Wen Fugui.

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In the evening, the sky was dark and gloomy, with raindrops in the air.

In the rainy season of October, it was extremely cold, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Bailang was wearing a black windbreaker, Spurs boots, and a hat. Against the drizzle, he made loud footsteps on the street and walked towards the tavern. go.

Pushing the door open, the room was noisy and there were quite a few guests. The smell of alcohol and tobacco is very unpleasant; the sound of playing cards, joking, and laughing is noisy.

With the vampire's sensory ability, apart from the 'heat source' on the seats, the bartenders and bartenders were as cold as walking dead. Ordinary people may find it difficult, but they cannot hide it from Bailang.

When I looked around, I heard a voice asking: "Sir, what would you like? A glass of whiskey to warm you up? Brandy or rum?"

"A glass of brandy!" Throwing a handful of shillings on the table, Bailang swayed his long legs and sat on a high stool. Leaning against the bar, turning his upper body back, he stared at the bar carefully.

In the end, he showed an extremely weird and playful smile on his face, staring at a figure with his head bowed and sweeping the floor.

"come over!"

Brother Lang looked at the beautiful figure bending over to sweep the floor, and suddenly spoke. However, the other party seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to clean carefully.

"Mary, there is something wrong with Mary's mind..."

"Come here!" As he said, Bailang threw another handful of coins in front of him, and then slapped the revolver on the table. Retarded blond maid.

"……come over!"

The girl who lowered her head and swept the floor trembled, took a difficult step, and walked over.

Bai Lang stretched out his hand, raised the other's chin, looked at the beautiful, seductive and sexy face with a little makeup on, and the big bangs hanging down, and exclaimed: "I was almost fooled by you, my girl Mary.dio.Brandy !"

The genuinely beautiful girl in front of her is actually 'Marie Dior Brandy' who escaped within a day!

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